Try Again, Slut. Lesson Three.

Sleep comes restlessly that night as your thoughts shift to the fate that inevitably awaits you. You feel a mix of frustration and arousal as you consider your new place in the world. You can't deny that you feel a fiending, needy longing for the Mistress and her delicious ejaculate, but the cost of your addiction is starting to catch up to you.

Sighing in vexation, you massage your temples and attempt to refocus. The Mistress will be returning soon. At the moment, there doesn’t appear to be any way out of here. You need to deal with the Mistress and her demands head on, but how?

You started off your servitude by exceeding the Mistress's expectations in lessons one and two, and that seemed to put you in a pretty favorable position. Unfortunately, as a result of your recent defiance, those good graces appear to have evaporated.

Should you give into her demands now to spare yourself future suffering? You long for her attention, but the thought of hilting the Mistress’s member in your ass both disturbs and concerns you.

As you contemplate your path forward, the Mistress and her guards eventually pad their way into view. Her golden eyes fixate on you as she confidently struts to the center of the room. You see that she is holding a black colored switch in her right hand and a large black bag in her left. You shudder to imagine what she might plan to do with them.

She looks annoyed as you hesitate to approach, and beckons you forward with a single finger.

“Get over here right now, slut.”

You swallow hard and nod, crawling over to her with slow, deliberate purpose. You assume a suppliant, kneeling posture, as you prepare for her carnal command.

She raises a disappointed eyebrow as she inspects your naked, pathetic form. “Anything to say?”

Licking your lips, you look up to her and once more repeat the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

She glowers down at you. “I think you know. Today you will complete lesson three. You will learn how to pleasure me with that tight pucker of yours, and you will thank me for the privilege.”

The Mistress begins removing her booty shorts, and you see her half-masted member flop out mere inches from your face. You feel a lust-induced hunger once more grip your mind. The smell of her cock is intoxicating, and you can barely contain your growing compulsion to let the Mistress have her way with you.

The Mistress’s corrupt aura begins eating away at your resistance, and you feel yourself entering into a slutty, sexual stupor. You’ve already decided how to handle this situation; all that’s left is to follow through.